It's raining, Love was the tears that dampened my lap.
The water that trickled out from the tap.

The heart and soul overfilled in their sleep,
the heart had no more tears to weep.

The toils of the day build up on my window ledge,
between two halves of a whole lies a sturdy wedge.

The grass seems taller and so do the trees.
A mind of forests blow restless in the breeze.

My love and I will find each other again,
when upon a seasons arrival comes the rain.

Love will be sheltered in my lap,
and solidly filled in the distant gap.